Best Condition Poems
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
We need to "Love" what we have "Got to be",so that we can have "Immorality"! There is a "Fire inside of you and me"!!! The fire is there so that we can reach "Immortality"! I and you can find the "Dream that can come true with the "Fire that burns inside of me and inside of you"!!!"The Master is "True"!!! Jesus Christ "loved what he had to be!He did it for his love of me and you! We can "Love who we are,and who we must be!We maybe in a wheelchair,in a Nursing Home,cripple,crazy, incarcerated,president,or of any religion,or no religion at all! We might fall,and we will! We need to "Love who we must be so that we can have "Immortality"!!! We can find the dream,and "The dream is to find "The Master True" who will see us through: Eternity to reach Immortality after "Time stops at the speed of light! I "Love what I "Have got to be"!!! I will have "Immortality" for being who I am as "The Master True" sees me through this "Earthly Reality"as I learn to "Love" what I have got to be to reach "Immortality" that inspires "The Fire inside of me"; The Fire of "Immortality"! The "Master True" made a "Baby" who died at the age of two so that that "Baby" would have "Immortality",and be an "Angel"in "Heaven"to "Defeat""The Devil Himself"who hurts the poor,and is greedy and does not share any monetary wealth! Immorality is the reason that their is a "Fire inside of me and you,so that we can travel through "Eternity",and reach Immortality!We can be the best "Mortal" we can be,and that helps us to reach "Immortality"!There is a "Fire in me and you! We need to realize that that "Fire is Immortality that "The Master True" give to "Me and You"! The Only Begotten Son of "The Living God"s "Word"are "True"! Red ,Yellow,Brown,Black,White will all meet "The Master True"! Keep that "Fire inside of you",no matter what you must go through!!! "Mother Nature gives birth,and "Father Time lets her!!! The "Mortal" will meet the "Maker",and we will not need an "Undertaker",but we will surely need a "Savior"!!!!!!!
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Menopause Moment
It comes on uninvited
And it doesn't make you excited
Heart flutters ensue
To an almighty hue
Of crimson red
Lighting up your face and head
Next comes the tsunami of sweat
Accompanied by an almighty dread
Will anyone see the tell tale signs
Will they think l’ve been on the wine?
Doctors’ scratch their chins and ponder
While you garble questions and just wonder
Will your brain capsize?
Will you stay alive?
Beneath the bluster and blunder
Which is now your life
Thank God your no ones wife!
So, there is no womb prayer
Just you, pulling out your hair
No soft voice
In the middle of the night
Telling you it will be alright?
Copyright Sinead Looby.
If her heart shall settle so
Like plucked-off leaves where there's no breeze
Like ice or fallen snow
Strewn on those fields where there's no one,
I’ll be to her like is the ground
That’s always a floor
when these things fall.
The thoughts are risen:
But nobody to listen;
Having unclear vision:
With no proper decision;
Bound in corrupt tradition:
Sunk in unstable condition;
Seeing all the opposition..
am in a state of congestion
Not in a position..
to handle my confusion!!
~DEEPA~
Third place in BRIAN'S CHOICE 2,any form,any theme
Contest.
My neck is loose.
I can shake her about.
Here is my caboose.
She is traveling out.
My tongue is hidden.
Well inside my face,
My overall health
A giant disgrace
My waist is spreading
My arms not so thin
I am in great shape
For the condition I am in
The absurdity of the human condition:
The only condition we try to make sense of,
Make reasonable,
Sanitized,
Certain,
Familiar,
When we know we can’t.
But still we love our categories,
As if life was a Christmas present
That we could neatly wrap
And put into boxes
Labeled “certainty”
But these labels soon break down,
Deconstruct,
Peeling off
Like bad adhesive,
Showing the naked truth:
That we are Odysseus,
Tossed about by the gods,
Armed with the illusion of control;
That we are Don Quixote
Forever fighting windmills
Indifferent to our moral quest;
That we are Hamlet,
Trapped within a cosmic play
Of uncertainty and death;
That we are Gatsby,
Reaching for the magic green light
That forever eludes our grasp;
That we are Sisyphus,
Vainly toiling with our rock,
Telling ourselves that we are happy;
And so we must forever fight
Our constant war against the world,
Embracing the faceless, empty void
With a warm and welcoming smile.
Villanelle: The only game solution to the human condition
The only game solution to the human condition
“Don’t nobody move a muscle” and hold your breath
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
In a billion years men will pass babies with their motion
And suffragettes will be the toothless kind with bad breath
The only game solution to the human condition
Our girls will all live up to receive the Nobel unction
While our boys will all learn to shoot crap in stealth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Lao Tse said “Reduce the size of the State and the population”
Border guards made him cough up The Way in lieu of wealth
The only game solution to the human condition
Time somebody put an end to this unfair competition
Girls have only from fourteen to barren fortieth
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
Naked ****-stars roam Holy Woods far cry from titillation
Chain-saw massacres take us beyond deep-freeze death
The only game solution to the human condition
Stop having sex with the opposite sex in motion
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Joel once made a New Year’s Resolution
To put an end to procrastination
But half way through the year
He found himself waiting there
Lost in his stagnant condition
~*~
There will come times
of unimaginable events
Times in one’s life
unforeseen and inexplicable
Times that will test
The mettle of the best
Times that will evoke grief so great
that the stoutest heart will shrivel
Times of bliss and happiness such
That one seems to float in air
Times of stress and dire duress
That seem to rend and tear
Times that try one’s heart
That seem to tear your world apart
There will come times
of blessings and perdition
Their name my friend
Is as it’s always been
...It’s name is ‘the human condition’...`
Startled sprinkles twinkle and toll
The time ignores my grunts and groans
Everyday empties its force of roll
Cannons sound -- and mothers moan
Between the place where time is not
And heaven’s hell slams its door
Little men with giant heads hot
Are lost beneath the fluid floor
New nothings interrupt the waste
Of petty playthings -- argue -- lose
Experience coats with sugar taste
The salty melancholy muse
Perhaps -- possible -- should -- could -- can
“I saw it rise and fall alone”
Reaction time relative to man
Depends on tendered tailored tones
Wishes want thickness, color and cover
Design for moth and spider to loan
Answers are easy like lionized lovers
And time ignores my grunts and groans
To know how it ends is a curse.
To know this curse is my life.
It's when I heard you say "life is hard", you spoke with such anguish, I could not relate.
For I too have discovered this truth, in all fairness I say "So what?", "Carry On", for although your accusation of
self-pity and tragedy is all consuming at the time, mine is forever or at least until the end.
To know each day that this condition exists.
To know this condition is eternal unto my end, is also to know that your anguish, to me...
Is nothing more than a momentary inconvenience designed to interfere with our time together, your pain has a
duality, it spreads from you and is exorcised only when it's debris has exploded from your anger and it's remnants rest on those around you, to me, your anguish shall always pale in comparison...
To my condition.
To know this truth is to be sad.
To know this sadness is my curse.
To destroy this sadness is my mission.
To accept this mission is my madness.
To live with this mission, this madness, this curse and this sadness...
Is my condition.
So I say this, with conviction.
Please.
Try to remember, your anguish is brief, a moment of pain, but for me...
It is my eternal condition.
THE HUMAN CONDITION
DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME
MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK
BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION
A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH
I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT
UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE
I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY
WITHIN ME
UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING
AS IF TO TEST MY WILL
I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN
FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW
MAY NEVER FADE
WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS
IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION
BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL
AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION
MY HUMAN CONDITION
We are coldly incomplete
We are boldly infinite
We are the many of the flawed
often foiled and cleanly clawed
We Are the human condition...
We' been betrayed and enraged
then mordantly disengaged
both sides of a twisting page
We Are the human condition...
we are the simple in complex.. in an idiots
dress
We kick republican white trash with mother
nature's rath
We are fearless fighters, yes?
yet coldly gives the button a press.
Ha!And we are lovingly unkind
to the faces of our mind
..and it makes us blind
We are the human condition
We are truth ~we are lies~ we are insane in our
despise
We are the murderer..
We kill animals of this earth
then rejouce in Our rebirth
just look to he
then give to me
~ hallelujah ~
I am a man made of stone idolizing a creature
made of bone
we are humane?
We are people
He watches the way the world
interacts and ponders the reasons why.
He responds to artistic imagery,
Lost in creativity he dreams often of his own reality,
He acts with haste and risk is routine.
Hair to the wind, his life an intentional spin,
He lives and walks, listens and talks
Happy to commemorate, his mind compulsive to contemplate...
Is the universes size infinite?
Atoms cling together...
Neutrons and Protons randomly whip around the nuclei
with the one oddity, being nothing the absurdity...
Infinity also being a normality or illusion
The infinite reality could be an oddity or
falsity of infinite realities of infinite infinities..
Is vision along with your auditory perception real
when the universe truth could be soundless
formless nothing but emptiness and nothingness.
Intellect and knowledge a certain fakery
only measurable creativity.
In our own imaginary pretentious perception
of custom and race, another false reality of space.
Or is it now imaginary created by falsity
devised as normality just as a Tv.
A conundrum of conflict sanity to insanity
He travels contemplating the complexities
in humanities innumerable technologies.
Humanity distracted and refracted so
disconnected from the reality
Rather led by faculty they will continue
Desecration and obliteration
Which leaves one more reality...
Annihilation...